Eight Years Ago at the RNC

The Deja Vu of Squamous Horrors

Eight years ago, I was in Cleveland, for the Republican National Convention, which I was hired to draw for the Daily Beast. It was a clusterfuck to say the least. All the aspiring war journalists had brought their flack jackets, hoping for some bang bang violence, or at least a good Tinder photo. Any time anyone screamed at anyone, they swarmed round…